Original songs by Charley Farrell, on guitar, vocals, and harmonica (on "Odd Bedfellows") with Amy Forsyth on hardanger fiddle and vocals, recorded and produced by John Mulrenan, also on bass, keyboards, electric guitar, and drums. MIchael Gilbert Ronstadt on cello (on "House," "Dreaming," and "House of Abraham.")

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Song Lyrics (all lyrics by Charley Farrell)1. HouseThe ghosts of a family linger in the roomsTheir echoes take a final bowErasing memories from a dark empty tombThey’re tearing down the house

Barren of children, stripped of friendsEmptied of lover or spouseOnly fingerprints left on thin wooden wallsThey’re tearing down the houseStripping skin from the flanks of its preyYou can hear the timbers screech and groanThe wrecking ball returns these walls to the clayThey’re tearing down the family home

The shadows of old photographs still mark the wallsBeside the stain of a headboard bedYou can almost hear my father’s angry callShouting back at them from the dead

The ashes fall, the dust has settledThe work of progress is doneThe cornerstone toppled to the groundThe gears of change have won

The rooms cleansed now of blood and boneThe life inside long goneThe future will not leave the past aloneIt’s tearing down my family homeThey’re tearing down my family home

2. Odd Bedfellows If a crocodile can be kissing a goose, If a chicken can be dine out with a moose, If a muskrat is licking fish in the sea, Then there must be hope for you and me.

If a dish can run away with a spoon, If the cow can make a pass at the moon, If the kettle can forgive the name-calling pot, Then you could learn to love me a lot.

If the pope falls in love with a funny hat, If a violin purrs for the guts of a cat, If a Muslim can make peace with a Jew, Then surely I can fall in love with you.

If opposites always attract one another, And difference builds up love for each other,If you’re the even one, and I’m so odd, Together, we’ll be better than an act of God.

If a beer can chase a whiskey shot, If a house can find itself a lot, If a body can catch a fatal disease, Then you can catch me if I please.

If the head can catch a common cold, If the Christian can find the one true fold, If a bicycle can be made for two, Than I can make my moves on you.

If the proverbial ointment can stick with the fly, If the pig is happy with gkk in a sty, If the party can last until the cows come home, Then our love will last until we’re dead and gone.

If opposites always attract one another, And difference builds up love for each other, And if you’re the even one, and I’m so odd, Together, we’ll be better than an act of God.

When opposite’s attract, just don’t look back. My different ways will provide your life, With everything that your life lacks.

3. TouchSometimes I think I’m wearing gloves, Like an aging boxer, or someone feeling cold. Sometimes I think I’m wearing gloves, To keep my distance or weaken your hold. But never by coincidence. I’m merely building good defenses I wonder what it would do To feel my hands caressing you.

Sometimes I think I’m wearing mittens, I’m all thumbs, my fingers disappear. Sometimes I think I’m wearing mittens, Feeling clumsy, whenever you're near. So little contact, so much to fear. You out of reach, me over here. I wonder what it would do To feel my hands caressing you.

Lingering warm and unafraid, Dancing lightly, full of play. ` I wonder what it would do To feel my hands caressing you. I wonder how it would be To feel your fingers touching me.

4. Peculiar Man I'm like a child Whose bones are born Too big for its skin Changed from within To the old man that I’ve been So long

So many miles On this bony frame,Weighed down and yet so thin. Still looking for a place for such a man to belong

Like an awkward teen Whose feet are Too big for his shoes Tripping over words Stepping on toes Being confused

Like to shrink a size Uncross my eyes, stop feeling so wrong Just trying to find a good way for me to belong I’m like a man Whose odd ideas don’t Fit in his brain In the shadows of the yard Dreaming at the sky Of becoming a star

Feeling drained The power too dark For a light so strong There’s no easy place in the world for such a man to belong

Gotta shrink my bones Get new shoes Rethink my head Change my size Rearrange inside Remake my bed Become a smaller tall, a thinner wide, a much shorter long Make a universe where I’m allowed to forget this song

I'm like a child Whose bones are born Too big for its skin Changed from within To the old man that I’ve been So long So many miles On this bony frame, Weighed down with too much sin. There’s no easy time For a peculiar man to belong

No place for such a man to belong

5. Dreaming
I had a dream In which I met a god Who gave me fins to swim And wings that flew He helped me question Everything I knew I withdrew from fear And reached out everywhere I nestled into my bed Cradling the dreams in my head as I lay sleeping

I had a dream In which I met fate And brought him a different future Before it was too late Before he settled my date With destiny Still measuring my state of mind Still questioning me

I had a dream In which I met myself And remade the feet On which I stood So I could stride Across whole planets Driving defeat ahead of me Into the dark, cold earth Of time being

I have these dreams Because when I’m awake I struggle to swim Against a stream I can’t control Within this world And within this life as I grow old But in a dream I travel streets of gold And live forever

And live forever

I had a dream That everything happened Exactly the way It had been foreseen In my dream

Shirts for a quarter, ties for a dime, Two bucks a suit in any fashion line. Belts for a bargain, shoes for free, There’s just no telling who I plan to be. Sometimes I dress like a disco king, Or a Nehru jacket’s just the thing, Some old bell bottoms that are really Mod, Or saffron robes to look like God.

I’m a Goodwill junkie, An artifact of history, Walking in a dead man’s clothes, While I remain a mystery.

Wearing another man’s image, Living another man’s life. I wonder if he owned a house, Or loved a beautiful wife

Maybe someone famous, Could be young or old, Or maybe the unknown nobody Who needs his story told. Maybe a Liberace jacket, A Don Ho lapel, Or an Evil Knievil jumpsuit That escaped the jaws of Hell.

Three piece suits here on Earth, And Goodwill to men. Need to be Ralph Lauren Well, I’m back to the store again!

I’m a Goodwill junkie, An artifact of history, Walking in a dead man’s clothes, While I remain a mystery.

No identity of my own. Don’t wear a singular brand. Bring Goodwill into my home And reincarnate….Everyman

7. House of Abraham An abandoned house when I was ten. I’m older now than Abraham was then. The floor was splintered like a broken home, Shattered windows slicing up the moon

Carving out a reckless past, An open wound amid the trash. Ceilings split like aging skin, Holding the past within.

The birthday cake still on the table, Its surface shiny now like hardened wax. The candles reach up from his altar Before the chair in which young Isaac sat

The glasses filled with emptiness The dishes ageless in the dust A discolored carving knife Deep red with ancient rust

Where are you, Abraham? Where is your family now? Was your love killed by blind belief? Where are you, Isaac? Who could be holier than thou?What sacred debt was paid for so much grief?

Old newspapers whisper stories, Quivering in the corners of the room Reporting the house’s mysteries, Revealed now by the thin light of the moon.

The roof is bowed beneath the weight Of Abraham and Isaac’s fate, The night air clear of Isaac’s words. A trusting voice, barely heard.

What if this old and brittle floor Had changed itself into a pile of bones? What if a sacrificial ceiling Became a peeling plane of severed skin?

Isaac was just a quiet kid Who doted on his dad An awkward boy whose father Was the closest friend he had

Where are you, Abraham? Where is your firstborn now? Was stolen love too much for him to bear? Where are you, Isaac? Who could be holier than thou, When Abraham offered you up to God in prayer?

8. Stop Look and Listen There are times When I don’t move. Time doesn’t choose to stop, But I do.

Lying in the grass Under a sky so blue Nobody knows what the details mean But I do

I won’t make history This I know for sure My time means nothing to the world But that’s not what it’s for

Add a grain of sugar to the water, Put a thimbleful of water in a cup Take a slow, sweet sip if you can And you’ll learn to love again.

People in the world Ain’t got a clue They just can’t sit still But I do

People always make Such epic plans The winners’ never quit But I can

There are so many people Who don’t know what to do They don’t know how To live in the details But I do

Add a grain of sugar to the water, Put a thimbleful of water in a cup Take a slow, sweet sip if you can And you’ll learn to love again.

There are times When I don’t move. Time doesn’t choose to stop, But I do.

9. Night Planet I sleepwalk across the earth at night, Travelling through my dreams, Shaping worlds as I go along Where nothing’s what it seems.

Sometimes I rise above the ground, Or float upon a breeze. Sometimes I walk on the water, Or breathe beneath the seas.

They say that night is full of fear That the daylight will burn away But for me, the heat of day is much harsher It’s the nighttime that lets me play.

Just listen to the silence That makes the stars in the sky so bright Just waiting ‘til the weight of day is lifted By the softness of the night.

If something’s burning underground, That will surface by the light of day. I open eyes in the palms of my hands In my sleep, I steal away.

I ride a river running backwards While the night caresses me Floating back to childhood Where my memories will keep me free.

Just listen to the silence That makes the stars in the sky so bright Just waiting ‘til the weight of day is lifted By the softness of the night

I sleepwalk across the earth at night Travelling through my dreams Shaping worlds as I go along With moonlit fields and streams.

11. Work EthicSo put your feet on the ground. Hold your head up high. Don’t run away, don’t try to hide. There are miles still to go before you die.

Keep your hands on the wheel. Your eyes on the road. Working hard no matter how you feel. There’s no time to waste with death close on your heels

Don’t you look back on the life you’ve led Don’t you wonder what you could have done instead Don’t let those idle thoughts enter your head There’s lots of work to do before you end up dead

Keep your nose close to the grindstone Your eyes on the prize Don’t fool yourself with childhood lies There’s more work to do than you realize

Keep your feet in line, step by step, Chest out, head forward, eyes straight ahead, So no more lounging around in bed There’s lots more to do before you drop dead

So don’t you look back on the life you’ve led Don’t you wonder what you could have done instead Don’t let those idle thoughts enter your head There’s lots of work to do before you end up dead

So put your feet on the ground. Hold your head up high. Don’t run away, don’t try to hide. There are miles still to go before you die.

12. Love Like Water Sometimes love is as clear as a lake Quiet, calm, yet majestic Sparkling in the sun of the dawn’s daybreak Roused by the fires of suggestion

But sometimes love is a rising river Restless, slightly mad and wide awake Shouting from its bed, alive at the mouth Abandoning caution in her wake

Sometimes love is a sparkling stream Alert and bright, always thinking A steady flow that fulfills every dream A source from which we can’t stop drinking

But sometimes love is as cruel as the ocean Harsh, dark, distant and cold Drowning out all sound in its salty tide Pulling humbled ground to her folds

Sometimes love is a handful of water Lifted gently to the lips Tasted on the tongue before it slips through the fingers Embraced like a lover’s kiss

Sometimes quiet as a mountain pool Its water so sweet and free Sometimes a lake, a river’s roar, a lively brook And sometimes as deep as the sea.

13. Winner Take All You are only number one ‘Til somebody beats you. So do what you need to do You have the freedom to cheatYou have the freedom to lie. Who cares if what you say is true?Play your cards close to your chestBuy low, always sell high,Be ready to switch after setting the bait.Don't tell why Winning is all that matters….

Kill or be killed, take or be taken. Cheat or be cheated, beat or be beaten.

Buy or be bought, catch or be caught. Shoot or be shot, pay a little, take a lot.

Abuse your power, use politics. Never hesitate to play dirty tricks.

Toy with the stupid, kill the sick. Lie to the innocent, be a prick.

Ignore the needs of the old. Always cheat the poor. Turn your back on the needy. Show the losers to the door.So don't forget your goalOther people don't mean a thing to you.They're just there to be bought or sold.Winning is all that matters...

Forget about ethics, forget about moralityThe bottom line is the only reality.

Take what you want, don't worry about sin.Don't play the game unless you're sure to win.

Let the rich get richer, the small get smaller. The big get a bigger share of the dollar.

Let your strategies take their toll.Buy the lives of others, while you sell your soul.

Win or lose, you’ve got to choose. It’s all up to you. When the losers fall, it’s winner takes all. Just do what you’ve got to do.

You are only number one‘Til somebody beats you.So take what you wantDo what you need to do.You have the freedom to cheatYou have the freedom to lieWho cares if what you say is true?Winning is all that matters….